DreamsI've been keeping a dream journal on a special Twitter account since I was 23 years old. You can read these raw forms, if you'd like: @IHadaDreamWhere. I'm going to be adapting 99 of them as microstories.

Saturdays (mezzofiction)

Missy’s MissionWith the help of a friend, a young woman searches a rogue planet for the rumored means of getting rid of her special time powers, since having them puts her in the crosshairs of a psychotic time traveling killer.

My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Leona Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Leona, and add to the larger mythology.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Microstory 545: New Home Galaxy Detected 55 MLY Away

For years, our kind has been rejected, refused, and dismissed. The others have attempted to indoctrinate us into their beliefs, but we have held firm. We adhere to certain rights and practices that they no longer think are necessary. They were once like us, but now they preach freedom and harmony, when really, it’s all about control. Though they claim that everyone is equal, it can’t possibly be true. Somebody has to be making decisions day-to-day. Somebody has to have power over everyone else. Who that could be is of no concern to us. All we want is a home to call our own, and to not have to worry about the communists coming to bother us about our lack of government oversight. Our top researchers have been scouring the universe, looking for the best spot to set down roots. We sent scout ships in all directions, hunting down habitable planets. Unfortunately, though there are plenty of candidates, they’re also always too close to some other civilization. We just weren’t happy with our prospects. So we went farther than anyone has before, ultimately coming across a completely uninhabited galaxy fifty-five million light-years away. Yes, you read that right. We found it. This can be our home. It fits perfectly with our needs; more habitable planets than any other galaxy. It’s an interesting offering; full of globular clusters, and an energetic plasma jet, the true nature of which remains a mystery for now. Teams have already begun the bidding process for determining the basic characteristic of our new civilization. We need a name for the galaxy, the location of the primary star systems and planets we’ll be using, and some infrastructure. Yes, there does need to be some level of regulation. Without it, life would be nothing but chaos, and we would all be at risk from foreign threats. This is a great day for our people. We will finally be able to leave the remote woods of Tellus...and go home.